mindgames | pjm

18.

a/n: I hope you guys enjoy this early update <3

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We both stared at the book in awe, Jimin gulped. Part of me wanted to rub my eyes to assure that what I was looking at was real. Both him and I hesitated for a moment before we approached the ominous book, Jimin picked it up and turned it over, studying it. Jimin opened the book, flipping the pages, "The actual hell?" He furrowed his brows as a ripped page fell out. I snatched the book away, frantically looking through the pages.

"Mmkay then." I muttered, the page was the next one I had to read after the page I was on last night.

"What?" Jimin asked, raising a brow. I glanced up at him, his face was pale like he'd seen a ghost, and his deep brown eyes were full of worry.

"Weird." I shrugged and picked up the torn page from the book. "It's just that this is the page after the one I'd dogeared last night." I explained, confused as I slid the page back in its place. I watched him shiver, he looked away.

"Okay but how the fuck did it fall off? And are you sure you didn't tear this out yourself..?" He held his tiny hands on his hips, clenching his jaw.

'Oh, so he curses?' I thought to myself, in all honesty, i had no idea what to say. I wanted to say 'Oh it was you.' and move on, but no... obviously that wasn't the case. "I..." I started to say, but at that exact moment I had a massive brain fart. "S-should I be scared?" I mumbled, staring at the book. My bangs fell into my eyes. Was there some kind of creep coming into my house? "T-the book came with the house..."

Jimin looked at the other books on the shelf, "And these ones are yours right?" I blanked out. "Eunjae."

"What?" I flinched, tucking my hair behind my ears. "O-oh.. um, yeah."

"So only this book is falling off? The fuck." Jimin had that face that 'oh shit' face.

I furrowed my eyebrows, his words going through one ear and out the other, out of nowhere my head started spinning. Jimin looked at me, his eyes suddenly filling with concern. He stepped closer and casually swept the bangs from out of my face. "Ugh.." I held my head, almost falling over. What seemed to be a minor headache had turned into a pulsing migraine. Jimin pressed the back of his hand to my forehead.

"You're burning up..." He muttered, taking his hand away. Collapsing, I fell onto him, fisting his grey sweater to hold myself up. 'What the hell is happening...' I thought, my vision going blurry. Jimin's face went red, I could feel him step back awkwardly as he hesitantly caught me. "Uh.. shit." Jimin sat me down against a dry, unpainted wall and slid his phone out from his pocket. I mumbled quietly, leaning over my knees, my hair cascading down the sides of my face. "I'ma call an ambulance okay?" He said softly as he dialled 911. "My friend is going unconscious." He paused, "I-I dont know.." Jimin's words faded off as I drifted into unconsciousness.

What's happening to me...

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I woke up on a hospital bed, last thing I could remember was Jimin asking about my books. I was hooked up to tubes and machines, the reflection of a light bounced off of the IV bag that hung above my head and into my eyes, I hissed. Looking to my left, I could see nurses and doctors rushing down the hall, and if I looked to my right I could see an empty chair. Yes, it was empty. I looked at my wrists, IVs pumped liquids into my arms.

A doctor walked in, she wore thick rimmed glasses and had her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, whispies of hair framed her diamond shaped face. "Haha you're awake." She smiled. "I'm Dr. Morale." She checked the machine beside me and I studied her, wondering what was going on. "Turns out, you're dehydrated."